Cangwu turned and left.
He stood at the palace gate, his gaze fixed ahead on the dark tomb passage.
This place is protected by a barrier, and ordinary people cannot find it.
Even without using his magic, Cangwu knew that a fierce battle was still taking place in a graveyard far away from here.
Even after tens of thousands of years, the difference between humans and gods is not that great.
Linghu Lan followed her out.
Following his gaze, one could still faintly hear the sounds of fighting. Those people were still on the register. It was a pity that her Fate-Controlling Pen was destroyed by Cang Hai's finger.
She asked, "What are your plans next?"
A hint of a smile appeared in Cangwu's eyes. "Let nature take its course. What about you?"
Linghu Lan looked at Cangwu's handsome features. Even with his weak soul, Cangwu's appearance still possessed a captivating and deadly charm. Such a man would probably be regarded as a god if he went out into the world.
"I have important business to attend to, and I'm afraid I'll have to venture out into the world." Would you be willing to come with me?
Cangwu smiled, looked at his thin, dizzy fingers, and sighed, "I should have sent you out, but now I have the will but not the strength."
"No problem! There's always a way." Linghu Lan said dismissively.
Cangwu thought for a moment, then waved his hand, and a crystal ball inexplicably appeared in his hand.
Linghu Lan's eyes lit up: a ball of inherited cultivation techniques?
Inheritance technique orbs are very common in cultivation worlds. Some powerful figures leave behind technique orbs when they ascend to immortality so that future generations with the right destiny can study them. Through these orbs, one can obtain the powerful figure's cultivation techniques and insights, which can help one instantly reach the level of a powerful being.
In the world of cultivation, bloodshed caused by cultivation technique orbs is a common occurrence.
"Is this your magic ball?" If you're not tempted, that would be a lie; you can see what your man is thinking.
Cangwu nodded. "Would you be willing to become my successor and learn my techniques? After you learn them, you will be able to open up this world and leave. What do you say?"
Linghu Lan: "..."
wipe!
I treat you like my husband, but you treat me like your student.
Sister doesn't want to become your apprentice!!!
My sister is adamant about not dating her student.
"I don't want to!"
"Why?" Cangwu asked, puzzled.
"We are equals. If I learn your skills, wouldn't I have to become your disciple?"
I see!
Cangwu smiled.
"It's fine not to become an apprentice!"
So generous!
Linghu Lan no longer refused and reached out to accept the inheritance technique ball from Cangwu.
Cangwu nodded, feeling very gratified.
A strange feeling welled up in Linghu Lan's heart; it was as if he were making his final arrangements.
Holy crap!
really.
Cangwu's figure grew fainter and fainter, about to dissipate into the world.
Linghu Lan reached out and used her Soul-Locking Technique to quickly gather Cangwu's soul and send it into the statue around his neck.
Cangwu seemed to sense something and glanced at Linghu Lan with surprise.
Linghu Lan laughed and said, "Once, you also locked me in the Soul Nourishing Pearl. Now it's my turn to lock you in the statue. We'll repay you in kind. Once you've recovered, remember to repay me with your body."
Cangwu smiled slightly, "So that's how it is!"
only?
When?
Before he could think any further, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Linghu Lan let out a long breath.
He glanced back at the palace.
Song Cheng remained unconscious on the ground.
She touched the idol hanging around her neck.
In the distance, in the cemetery, a dark light shot into the sky.
Canghai is dead, but the hunt continues.
Linghu Lan carefully put away the inherited cultivation technique ball and quickly flew towards the light.
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